Ah; the tinglings of new yearComing back here made some old artsy contacts become alive again; So I will be humanizing the walls here and there, if I have enough time;
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a poeta poet is a prisma poet
of chameleon color over a boy blue sky
a poet is a drum
persistent repetition of simplest sound
a poet
is a heart in half
felicitously torn years, in carmine and violet
a poet is a song
caressing clenched lyrics in pen onto raw paper
a poet is stuffed
two worlds in one mouthful
a poet is inanimate
yet wide-eyed pretentiously alive
a poet
is a bird
set free for nothing
Love
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"A man must have a code."
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"A man must have a code."
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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, I am the canvas.
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my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art
©iampoetry
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